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Post by Husky on Dec 2, 2012 18:08:33 GMT -5
Blackness… in the lake again… no one here… dark… “Mmmmph…” from the lump of silver and white fur a low moan emanated. The noise frightened away a small crowd of black birds scattered all around the thing. They no longer had recognized it as a predator; it had been very still for a long time now. It was merely a piece of land, up until it had decided to cry out. “Dark,” it whimpered fearfully, jerking. The tone seemed to become clearer as the thing rose to the surface from sleep, but the words that came next were still very much muffled, almost slurred, barely recognizable despite their simplicity. “Sun… light...warm...” More clearly just after that, one word: “Burning.”
Am I alive? He was drowning, looking up through the crystal clear water up into the sun. The water retained the golden light from the sun, and it was hot, so hot, but terribly still around him, unmoving. He was bodiless. How was he drowning? He had no lungs. He breathed in. The water was dark, but it burned with the radiance of the light shining blindingly down upon him. He tried to paddle upward; he had no legs. He floated closer to the glistening surface, to the robin egg blue sky, through the dreamy water. It was growing darker, the closer the light got; he had no eyes, yet he saw this. The surface was closer, but he did not break it. He continued to float. “Dark…” Coldness ran through him; his body that was not a body jerked, and very suddenly, he was out of the lake and nowhere at all.
He lay dry and paralyzed in the shade of a tall, moss-covered tree. His amber eyes flashed open and took in the scene without any sense of recognition whatsoever. After several minutes, his muscles screamed and leaped of their own accord once more, causing him to spasm painfully; then he was in control again and he sat up and glanced around blearily. He had a body. He took inventory. My name is Fell, thought the thing; and it was. Fell yawned, all jaws with shiny white teeth and black and pink gums. I am a cat, thought Fell; and he was. I have just been sleeping. He looked down at the uncomfortable spot he had “chosen” to lay down in, noticing a tendril of thorns ending at the edge of the grass indentation in the dirt. I'll take care of those later. The area was well compressed, but that told him little as to just how long he had been sleeping; minutes, hours, days? Fell wracked his memory and recalled that the sun had just risen, last he remembered. Now it was in the middle of the sky; chances were good that at least a day had passed since he’d stopped here. He didn't know why, but he knew it had been longer than hours, when he thought of that.
What else did he know about himself? Static, the tom delved into his mind carefully. Things were still rather fuzzy. My mother’s name… Celeste. And he felt he could see the lovely, pale queen in his head. This conjured a happy memory in his still dream-addled mind, but it was sharply interrupted by something else on the inventory: she’s dead. He nodded slightly to himself. He was eighteen moons old; Celeste had died when he was young, just a kit. He had other family, but he did not remember- no, that's not right, he did not want to think of them. Grimm… Roth. Brother... father. A little grimace played with the edges of his lips. Why? He didn't care to add it to the inventory. Family, he clarified silently, and then aloud, “Alive. Somewhere... but where?" Lovers, and fights picked or challenges accepted, passed through his mind. The memories attached to each followed along, as though attached flimsily by strings; some golden, and happy, some filled with anger, lust, denial, sorrow. He tried not to linger on several.
Lingering exhaustion had cleared from the fog in his mind, and now he was sharpened and awake. The nap, however long it had been, had rejuvenated him thoroughly. Still, he knew he would probably be tired in a few hours. But regardless, Fell was back, in full swing. All he could not remember was what he had been doing before the sleep attack- but that was hardly important to him. He inspected his body, but did not find any evidence that he’d struggled with anyone; no cuts, bruises, scrapes, unidentifiable pains. No one was around; he was completely alone. That was pretty common, though. He had only awoken to find someone else there a few times, mostly when he was younger, and nearer to more populated land. There was only stiffness, and something else that he hadn’t noticed at first, attributing it to being underwater; his stomach ached.
The fact that he was extremely hungry made Fell rethink his estimate of how long he’d slept. Normally he didn’t eat all that much, so it may have been two days, even, since he’d been awake and fully functioning. It was times like this that he wondered whether he ought to have a companion to make sure he was protected during his sleep attacks. Someone who might stay with him and be able to tell him how long it had been. Maybe help him figure out why they occurred. Those were the only times he considered companionship, though. It was alright for a short time, but not permanently. Others always disappointed him.
ooc. I know, I'm lame. I just recycled this post from when Fell was a fox character on another site. But anywaaaay... he has narcolepsy and he needs a companion!
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Post by Chaos on Dec 3, 2012 1:04:46 GMT -5
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Within a few heartbeats, the rogue found himself walking easily across short grass. Yes, Wisp liked this place much better than the beach. Although his day still did not seem to be entirely improved. His belly growled hungrily, reminding him that he had not found any prey in three days. Wisp figured he was just having some bad luck - wherever he went, there seemed to be little or nothing to eat...
The large tom was making his way toward a group of slender trees when his pricked ears caught the sounds of a cat meowing. Wisp paused, one paw poised above the ground. "What kind of mousebrain is making all that noise?" he wondered aloud. Whoever it was sounded quite unhappy. More from curiosity than any desire to help, Wisp padded toward the source of the noise.
Soon enough, he came upon a tom sprawled on the grass beneath the spreading branches of a tree. The cat's silver and white fur clung to bone and stretched skin. Wisp could tell this tom was having about as much luck finding prey as he himself was. The cat moved a little, moaning quietly. Wisp waited impatiently. He was just about to prod the tom with one of his paws when the silver and white cat suddenly woke.
"Sounds like you need some help," Wisp said, by way of untactful introduction. "Name's Wisp, by the way."
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Post by Husky on Dec 6, 2012 20:32:56 GMT -5
Fell had been awake for about ten minutes, taking inventory and gradually awaking, when another tom appeared in his little clearing. He turned and snarled, immediately falling to a crouch with soft gray fur bristling and yellow eyes narrowed hostilely. "Sounds like you need some help." Fell guessed the tom to be a bit older than himself. He had dark brown, almost black tabby fur and amber eyes. Smelling the air, he gathered that the other cat didn't belong to either of the clans, Forestclan or the newcomers, Cloudclan.
"Help?", he snapped, by way of response. "What makes you think I need help?" Fell's eyes flickered for a moment after his harshly spoken words, but he slowly came out of his crouch as it became apparent the other tom was not an enemy. Or rather- he wasn't about to attack Fell. Whether or not he was an enemy was yet to be verified. He softened a little, but it wasn't much. Quickly licking one white paw, he added, "My name is Fell..." He forced his fur to lay flat, although he was still highly alert, and very much on guard. There was a wary look to him, especially with his fur ruffled over his thin but muscular frame, and open hostility still visible in his eyes.
"Look, it's been nice meeting you, Wisp, but I really should get going." He felt his stomach growling; the last thing he wanted to do was chat with this weirdo cat that seemed to think he needed "help". What he needed was a chance to hunt. "I haven't eaten in days, and it's already midday," he glanced up at the sky again as he said this, just to make sure. "So I'd like to get a start before it gets dark."
ooc. Hoping they can hunt together. Cx
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Post by Chaos on Dec 7, 2012 18:32:45 GMT -5
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[/color][/div] [style=height: 300px; width: 350px; overflow: auto; background:rgba(255,255,255,0.5);] Wisp watched the tom's eyes as they glanced over him with hostility. The rogue could tell this strange cat was trying to see if Wisp was a threat. Often, Wisp was. He usually didn't put up with company of any kind and chased away anycat that go too close. But he was starving and quite obviously so was this cat...
"Help?" the tom spat, sinking down into a protective crouch. "What makes you think I need help?"
Wisp almost twitched his whiskers in amusement. He flicked his tail rather haughtily instead. "Don't flatter yourself. I never said I was going to help you, just that you needed it. You were babbling some nonsense in your sleep."
"My name is Fell..." The tom let his fur lie flat, though Wisp could still see the lone was wary. It was so obvious this cat was no rogue that Wisp didn't even bother asking. "Look, it's been nice meeting you, Wisp," Fell continued, "But I really should get going."
Wisp heard the tom's stomach growling louder than fighting clan cats and grimaced as his own tummy joined in. "I haven't eaten in days, and it's already midday," Fell meowed, glancing at the sky. "So I'd like to get a start before it gets dark."
"Two cats hunting is better than one, I figure," Wisp meowed, but then his eyes narrowed. "But don't mistake me for a friend. You're a loner, I'm a rogue and I have little to do with cats who just sit by and let the Clans ruin their life."
Wisp leaned close to the tom, his eyes flashing. "There's no prey out here because the Clans take it all for themselves. There's nowhere to make a home because the Clans take territory all for themselves. There's no way to know who you can trust because the Clans make outsiders think their way of life is wrong. I don't like being judged without being known, but they call me a rogue and you a loner. And that's what we become."
He drew back and sat on his haunches, flicking his tail and lifting a paw to his muzzle. Wisp drew his tongue over it a few times before lowering it and looking back at Fell.
"So, let's at least take back a couple of mice. Don't worry, your loner status won't be hurt." Wisp's whiskers shook in amusement, bitter humor lighting his eyes. "The rogue'll take the blame."
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Post by Husky on Dec 8, 2012 12:07:50 GMT -5
"Don't flatter yourself. I never said I was going to help you, just that you needed it. You were babbling some nonsense in your sleep." Fell snorted. He disliked this cat already, and he couldn't even remember what he said his name had been. "Believe me, I don't need your help," he meowed, tone level but on the edge of menacing. "But don't mistake me for a friend. You're a loner, I'm a rogue and I have little to do with cats who just sit by and let the Clans ruin their life." This time, he just laughed, coldly, and rolled his eyes. "The clans have more place in your life than mine," he growled. "You trot out the words rogue and loner like you're making us a part of them. I'm not a loner, and I'm not a rogue; there's not much difference, because we're all outsiders. You want to put a label on me and say you're better than me because I don't give long, romantic speeches to every damn cat I meet in the territory?"
Fell wouldn't have minded a hunting partner, but his irritation over this pretentious, gusty "rogue" was making it unbearable to accept the invitation. Hard enough to be around most cats, he had to meet the most dramatic, hate-filled tom in the forest. Acting like he was big and tough, all holier-than-thou. It disgusted Fell. "You want someone to hunt with? Fine." He flashed his fangs, ears pinned back slightly. "Don't pretend to know what I do, where I get my prey, or who I call my enemy." He felt no hatred for cats he hadn't met, but no kinship with the two clans, either. He had stolen prey before, but the difference was that he didn't tout himself like some big, bad, brave hero when he did. Imbecile. He tried not to cause conflict, because one lone cat against a patrol wasn't worth much other than months of licking his wounds.
Fed up with the conversation already, Fell turned his back sharply on Wisp and stalked away from the moss covered tree that he had woken up beneath. He had nothing to prove, and he was sick of the tom behind him. He placed all of his focus in his senses, and seeking out some sort of prey, if there was any to be found.
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Post by Chaos on Dec 8, 2012 20:38:56 GMT -5
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[/color][/div] [style=height: 300px; width: 350px; overflow: auto; background:rgba(255,255,255,0.5);] "Believe me, I don't need your help," Fell meowed. The tom's whiskers twitched with humor as he listened to Wisp's speech. The rogue felt anger burst within him at Fell's reply. "The clans have more place in your life than mine," he growled. "You throw out the words rogue and loner like you're making us a part of them. I'm not a loner, and I'm not a rogue; there's not much difference, because we're all outsiders. You want to put a label on me and say you're better than me because I don't give long, romantic speeches to every damn cat I meet in the territory?"
Wisp's claws slid out and pierced the soft dirt and grass beneath his paws. Then the dark -furred tom flicked his tail and realized some part of him respected this foolish loner. Like himself, Fell had strong beliefs, and it seemed he was willing to fight for them. There were too few cats like that in Wisp's opinion.
"You want someone to hunt with? Fine." Fell was also smart enough to understand the need for a hunting companion. Although, Wisp noted silently as Fell showed his fangs and swept back his ears, he's mouse-brained enough to think he might beat me in a fight... "Don't pretend to know what I do," Fell continued, "where I get my prey, or who I call my enemy."
Wisp flicked his tail. "Like I told you before - I'm not out to make friends. I just need someone to help me hunt. I couldn't care less about your life before we met or after we part ways, Fell the Loner."
The rogue tom got to his paws as Fell turned away and padded off. Wisp followed after him, wondering if Fell had any idea he was headed straight toward the ForestClan borderline.
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